Chicago Rebels Quotes

“We can,” he murmured against her mouth, his breath a hot puff of longing. “We can do anything we want. I’ve never met anyone who needs to be held and loved as much as you do, Harper. Well, it so happens that you’ve got a man here with strong arms made to keep you safe. With so much love inside him that it’s just busting to get out. It’s all for you, minou. No one else I’d rather give it to.”
― Kate Meader, Irresistible You

“We should be in my bed right now. I should be kissing your breasts, sucking your nipples, tasting your honey. I should be sinking inside you slow and hot and so deep that you’ll be begging me to make it fast, then make it last. I should be feeling your sweet grip on my cock, and I bet you grip hard, Harper, ’cause you’re the kind of woman who takes no prisoners. I should be squeezing that gorgeous ass of yours while I pump in and out, looking for that spot that’ll light you up. I need you to know that in another universe, this would be a done deal, and the only thing stopping me from making you mine is that in this universe, my current employment situation stops me from making good on all the dirty things I’m dying to do to you. You understand?”
― Kate Meader, Irresistible You

“And then that mouth was speaking Russian, rough, sexy, sweet nothings that drove her wild. Forced out all common sense. His mouth trailed her jaw, delivering little nips and hot licks to her neck.

“Bella”—something in Russian—“Bella”—more Russian—“Bella.” As if one language was inadequate to express how she affected him.”
― Kate Meader, So Over You

“He’s the opposite of cute. He’s like a cross between an Orc and Ent. He has the big, brutish body of an Orc but he got some Ent genes, probably from his mother’s side. Basically a tree-trunk with good hair.”

Peyton’s nose twitched. Lord of the Ring references were not her jam. “You’ve given this a lot of thought.”
― Kate Meader, Man Down

“You feel that, Harper?”

She snatched back her hand. “If you mean my goodwill evaporating with every second you’re standing here, then, yeah, I feel it.”

“I think we’re havin’ a thing.”

They were. Oh, God, they were.”
― Kate Meader, Irresistible You

“Those blue pools still wavered between her eyes and mouth. “I’m gonna kiss you now, minou.”

She might have nodded. She might have blinked. One for yes, two for hell yeah.”
― Kate Meader, Irresistible You

“Hockey is not for pussies. Technically, it’s defined as a sport. Words like play and game get thrown around liberally to shield its true nature: hockey is warfare with water breaks. In the rink, you have over two thousand pounds of brute force clashing with whittled clubs, a rubber disc that could crush a larynx, and knives attached to feet. Let’s not pretend there’s anything civilized going on here.”
― Kate Meader, So Over You

“Vadim sat up, unfairly pulling the towel over his groin so she missed the main attraction. Had he changed in the intervening years? If anything, he had to have grown bigger, which was terrifying, because the boy had rocked a manaconda at nineteen. Dicks didn’t shrink with time, did they?
Note to self: Google penis size changes with age. For science.”
― Kate Meader, So Over You

“You have a common condition called orgasm brain.”

“Let me guess. The cure is more orgasms?”

“How did you know?”
― Kate Meader, So Over You

“Had he ever not been in love with her? He could barely remember a time he did not want her. Did not need her. Did not adore her with every part of his body and soul.”
― Kate Meader, So Over You

“I have waited my entire life to love you and I refuse to let your stubbornness take you away from me.”
― Kate Meader, So Over You

“Bella, they are one and the same. I will not be satisfied with a woman who has no dreams or ambitions. My woman is the North Star in my night sky, but also in her own. If she is not there to guide me, there is only darkness. For us both.”
― Kate Meader, So Over You

“Leave the orgasm, take the cannoli?”
― Kate Meader, Undone By You

“Her heart checked for him. That night after Josh's funeral, he'd been the consummate listener. Just watching, taking her cues, waiting for her to open up about her pain, and not indulging in what must have been his own.

Then she took advantage by eating his face off.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“You're not giving up on this, are you?" His voice was a raspy murmur, so low she had to inch closer to be sure she wouldn't miss another precious word out of his mouth. Precious, because of the story, she insisted. Everything happening right now-breathing, thinking, speaking, being-felt fraught.
And exciting.

This emotion racing through her veins was the most alive she'd felt in years.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“He paused and rubbed his beard. Good God, she’d play a gif of that over and over, if she could.”
― Kate Meader, Man Down

“I won’t say I’ll be quick because that’s not a good look.”
She giggled, and that sound released a coil of tension inside him. He turned and kissed her because to not do so would be a missed opportunity for joy. He found himself craving it all. Craving her.
“What was that for?” she whispered when he let her up for air.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
She blinked in surprise. “Oh. I’m glad I’m here, too.”
― Kate Meader, Man Down

“Grief is embarrassing for most people. They want to think it has a set timetable, that one day, it will go away and you’re ready to live again. Everyone has been telling me that sex is a great first step. That it will open up the floodgates of emotion. That it will heal me.”

She waited, her heart in stasis, knowing what would come next. Dreading it.

“I don’t want to be healed, at least not in a way that makes me forget about them. I know that’s unhealthy, but I can’t help how I feel. Holding on to the pain keeps me connected to them.”
― Kate Meader, Man Down

“For the fiftieth time tonight, Dante’s breath clean left his body. The man was a god. Dante spread his hands over his chest, shaping the contours, enjoying the possessive blast that heated his gut.

“Perfetto.”

Cade’s eyes widened. “Italian? You’re killing me.”
― Kate Meader, Undone By You

“Dante inhaled, his lungs full of Cade, his heart beating to a jerky rhythm. He didn’t usually act like this around guys who attracted him. He didn’t usually lose all reason.

Walk away. Walk away now.”
― Kate Meader, Undone By You

“This chest. These muscles. All this hair!” And then he rubbed his cheek against Dante’s pec like a fucking kitten.

He drew back. “Sorry, but that’s been on my list.”
― Kate Meader, Undone By You

“So far, it’s been me getting naked, Moretti. When do I get the pleasure of viewing all that hot Italian muscle?” He pulled at the hem of Dante’s Yankees tee. “No suit today.”

“I don’t sleep in it, you know.”

“What do you sleep in?”

“Tonight? You.”
― Kate Meader, Undone By You

“Levi Hunt was six feet three of Special Forces badassery, his body a honed weapon, his gaze sharp enough to fell the enemy or a weak-willed woman at fifty paces. Objectively, she'd recognized this when she first met him. He had a gruff, dangerous quality that would appeal to many.

She had never considered herself one of them.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“You're … wow."
"Nice vocabulary, Ms. Reporter."
"Would you rather I commented on your rigid manhood, your swollen tumescence, your engorged-"
"Wow it is.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“I don't regret that kiss." His voice sounded like he was speaking through gravel. "Five years ago. Or now."
"You don't?"
His breath sawed in and out. "I understand that you do. Of course you do. But I needed it then. So bad.”
― Kate Meader, Good Guy

“A lot of people would jump at the chance to be seen with me, y'know."
Her expression was pitying. "Poor Superglutes, aren't you getting enough attention from your millions of Instagram followers? Is it lonely being adored by all your fans?"
"Very! All they see is this amazing body and gorgeous hair and beautiful cheekbones. Sure, I'm hilarious and great in bed, but do they appreciate it? Do you appreciate it?”
― Kate Meader, Instacrush

“An extra hour on the treadmill tomorrow," he said, patting his naked abs.
She was pouring wine and missed the glass.
He grinned.
"Can it," she grated.
"They're just abs, Elle-oh-Elle, and you claim to be so above it all."
She pushed a glass his way. "No one likes a braggart, Kershaw.”
― Kate Meader, Instacrush

“For the last three years, he’d held his body as taut as a bowstring. He couldn’t imagine ever feeling at ease again.

That was one more reason why the notion of sex with someone new was so difficult. Letting go like that required a level of surrender he wasn’t sure he had in him to give. Trust in another person to see you at your most vulnerable and not take advantage.”
― Kate Meader, Man Down

“I can be mad at you for several reasons. I am woman. I contain multitudes.”
― Kate Meader

“Why are we having this conversation? Do we need to establish we like each other enough so we can feel better about wanting to kiss each other? Are we so afraid of sheer animal lust that we have to pair it with, ugh, respect?”

He laughed, enjoying himself immensely. It was supposed to be just a kiss. How had it turned into a thesis on likability and lust?”
― Kate Meader, Man Down